Thursday, March 12, 2009

Source, 1866

From a dusty shaft, Courbet emerges,
fingers pearl and sticky.
Around his head, a crown of flesh,
spectral-memory of his start,
his first bloody breath.
Paintbrush poised to lead him back
through opening thicket, tangled black.


He will image the Origin,
enchevĂȘtrĂ©s noir.

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